Sweaty Stupid

Yesterday, I had the brightest idea EVER.  I decided that I would get Lorelei and myself out of the house and go for a walk up and down the neighboring street.  The very idea of getting some easy cardio in via walking and the fresh air excited me - as well as the chance to spot a neighbor to ask what happened to the dog I rescued (lured out) from a building site (and they had graciously agreed to foster).  After our lunch, I pulled back my hair, slipped into some workout gear and walking shoes and prepared us both a “just in case” snack and two containers of cold water.  We were set.  I wheeled Lorelei out of the garage, and down the drive - and then I realized I’d forgotten something.  The sunshade.  Crap.  There really was no way we could go out without either a hat or sunshade, so we headed back up the drive to fetch the latter.  And then, we were off again.

A few minutes later, I noticed something spectacular as we moved along down the road.  It was a swing.  And, an above ground pool.  And, a few toys?  Could it be?  New owners in the home that had been vacant for three years?  And, and…can I dare hope it…they have kids?!  And, not just kids…that’s …omg, that’s a baby swing!  Appropriate for up to 3 years!  (We have the EXACT same one.)  Luckily, there wasn’t a car in the driveway, otherwise I might not have been able to contain the excitement of the possibility and might’ve walked straight up to embarrass  introduce myself in full-clad workout gear.  We walked on, and about 3/4 of a mile down the road, I made yet another discovery - besides the fact that one home had nothing but large rocks in their open mailbox - more. baby. toys!!!  I made a mental note of house numbers, and kept walking.  I planned to inquire later with other neighbors to find out exactly who these people were - and, more importantly, were these parents or grandparents of the children (meaning, do they LIVE out here or are they just here for summer visits)??

We trekked on, with no other great surprises and with the middle of the afternoon sun bearing down on me and sweat dripping.  Panting, I rested mid-hill in the shade to sip my water.  Whose great idea had this been, anyways?  To walk over 2.5 miles in mid-day heat up insanely hilly roads while pushing a stroller?   Brilliant.  After a couple of moments of really intense thought, I decided I’d rather get fat than do cardio outdoors in July.  As quickly as my new cardio routine began, it ended.  Right then and there.  Well, in my head it ended.  I still had to walk back the rest of the way.  And, so I did.

And, when I got home?  I promptly died.

Don’t worry, I’m much better now.

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